The panties had a zipper that opened from the front of my crotcharea up and over my butt, so I could be exposed in any manner my Mistressor Master des...red. Finally, 8 inch black patent high heels, with lockingankle straps were placed on my feet. I could not walk back into the mainroom without Robin and Cyndi holding each of my arms. The shoes wereabsolute murder! Thankfully, I was allowed to sit.For the first hour of the bondage device photo session, Mistress Gwen andMaster Philip modeled. Fifteen minutes later I was back on my knees.Then I heard the front door opening up behind me. It was Dan's friend Rob.I definitely remember Rob. Big guy, had football (linebacker I think)offers from mid-major D1 schools till he blew out his ACL the summer beforehis senior year. Made him violent and angry. Make that more violent andangry than he was before. He'd beat up a few guys on a bad day, and on agood day he'd give out atomic wedgies for kicks. One of my friendsactually stopped. They both seemed more uncomfortable than usual - I suspected that it was partly to do with all the spasms their abdominal muscles had endured while they were having their many orgasms the previous day.But, as I had been responsible for most, if not all, of those orgasms, I didn't feel that it would be at all helpful to point that out.I popped into Sian's room with a mug of tea for her, and told her that I thought the other two should stay in bed."I'm going to have a lie-in as well, my little. Then she wouldn't shut up. She was the only daughter of now deceased parents and she owned the orchard and the fields of squash and blackberries behind and around it. Her face had a perpetual tan and she loved to talk with her hands, waving a flapping forkful of pork over and above.As we finished washing the dishes, Angela offered to show us to our rooms upstairs. Silence filled the kitchen."We only need one room, Angela," I tried to say as casually as I could.Angela glanced at Kristy and.